Sustenance Prayer

Hold my days, Spirit

Hold my days —

I won’t find satisfaction any other way

You are the wind that moves all;

It’s so clear

Nothing else is substance; nothing else

is even here

You are the breath of my desire and its fulfillment

You provide the inner fire 

and the inner stillness,

my going out and coming in,

My home and my adventure

Each thrill, each triumph, every friend

And all I can imagine

It does no good for me to build my dreams

with bricks of circumstances, things and schemes

Which are ephemeral

as ripples intersecting

They flash and disappear, and no projecting

of meaning onto them can make them last

(They only glint in future and in past)

But that which moves in me and gives me life

Sustains me always,

Always makes me thrive.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 30, 2012